A friend recently gave me a stimulating book titled 642 Tiny Things To Write About by The San Francisco Writers’ Grotto. The book poses a subject and offers a space in the book for me to write about that subject. I decided to share a selection here.
The book asks me to write about a time I broke:
- A bone
- A heart
- The law
- A promise
Here we go with my replies.
A Time I Broke a Bone
I’ve only ever broken two bones: my left fibula while skiing and ribs taking a fall. Breaking a fibula, which is the small bone in the leg below the knee, is pretty boring. Break a rib is far more interesting.
How it happened. I was knowingly walking through a very slippery area but paid no attention since occasionally I’m an idiot. Next thing I knew my feet were above my head and I landed hard on my side. I heard crunches and cracks like a shattering. Then the pain. (And no Bill, if you are reading this, I was not drinking.)
I got up and sat down in a chair breathing heavy seeing if it would pass. It did not pass. It got worse. A lot worse.
Treatment and recovery. The pain merited a trip to the hospital. Barely any wait. That’s rare for an ER.
Doctor confirmed two broken ribs on my left side. I told him I was worried it punctured my heart. Doctor confirmed it did not puncture my heart. I asked if he saw that in the x-ray and he said, “No. But if your heart was punctured you would not be talking to me. You would be dead.” Oh.
Doctor gave Vicodin for the pain and a paper with specific instructions. Two instructions stood out:
- Take a Vicodin, wait 30 minutes, then repeated deep breaths leading to gentle coughing. Do this multiple times a day. If you do not cough enough you can get pneumonia. Coughing even with Vicodin was not fun.
- Take a stool softener and a laxative daily for the next 3 or 4 weeks. Wasn’t sure what this was all about – my GI system was fine. Until the first time I needed to leave a souvenir for the waste water system. OMG that hurt (and Vicodin is constipating). I then understood the role of the stool softener and laxative. Prune juice became an additional friend.
I was warned the next 3 or 4 weeks would suck. They did.
A Time I Broke a Heart
Like I wrote above, I thought I broke my own heart with a broken rib. But doctor disagreed.
My cat makes me feel like I break her heart every morning when I leave for work, but she makes me feel like I put it back together again every afternoon when I arrive home from work.
Beyond that, I really do not know of any hearts I broke. I suppose an amateur psychologist could have a field day with the previous sentence.
A Time I Broke the Law
Do you really think I am going to write about this subject on a public blog site? Nope.
A Time I Broke a Promise
I have broken plenty of promises in my past. I rarely promise anything anymore. Life moves to quick for promises.
Why would I break a promise? Sometimes because I learn more; sometimes because a situation changes; occasionally because I was “too nice” to say no.
One example is that I promised a woman I would support a cause she was heavily involved in around expanding recreational opportunities in a community. Based on what she told me, it all sounded great. But then I dug in and found all the things she did not tell me, including the real costs, lack of existing funds, and no achievable plan for fundraising. I could not support it. I had no interest in taking on what would be a fundraising initiative that was not even well thought out. She got really pissed off by the withdrawal of my “promise” of active support. Then she moved away 6 months later. She was sort of a bitch. Bye.
Also there was the time I promised someone I would go to an amusement park with them, but it just so happened that I broke a couple ribs the week before.
Anyone else want to answer these four questions?